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“ Distant Faces ” – etched on my mind –

by Claude Théberge 1987
ceramic mural 12 ‘ x 9’ for Eastern Topographies,
Ossipee, New Hampshire, USA

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Distant Faces 

            – etched on my mind –

 There are traces
 From prior times, 
 Of distant faces
 Etched on my mind,
 That stay forever 
 Hence so adorn,
 A place of musing 
 Where past ground,
 Be worth pursuing
 Tho but a semblance,
 Might now be found…  

 As memories falter 
 Thus in mind’s eye,
 Imaginings alter
 And fall beyond,
 Familiar places 
 Of aging optimism, 
 In mature zeal 
 Be timeless isms,
 Scarcely notes real
 With fading traces,
 Of now distant faces… 

 Tho wishful thinking  
 Could yet show trace, 
 That offers an inkling 
 Alludes to per chance,
 A faint hint of passing
 Mightn’t ye remember,  
 Enough of such places
 May outlive December, 
 Has ye find the more, 
 Of now held distant faces!   

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier 
  
                          Ode to Hilary, Natalie and Wayne, old friends! 
                                    
 Mural - by artist Claude Theberge ...
 Faces - Personal & private collection ...
 Music - Excerpt of,  Night Jazz, by Chet Baker ...   






			

			
						

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Ordinary People ”  ~ keep planet alive ~

	


		

		
If we’re to survive


Thus on this earth,


In a world less alive


Has need of rebirth,


Be ordinary people


With zeal of worth,


That renders viable


A means to unearth,


Find rescue remains


Save suffer the worst,


Holds be not in vain


Or deride mans thirst,


To keep planet alive…


 


So forego do-gooders


Along with currency


For self aggrandizers,


A claimer’s summery


Of deceitful attribute,


To overlook history


Of evil distribute,


Destroying the many


A concern uninhibited,


Held by people of plenty…


 


Alas look for people


Of coordinate kind,


Be ordinary people


With a planet in mind!


 



		
	

			

	
	



			
				



	
	


		
					

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“ Raison d’Être ”   ~ by design ~

	


		

		




You plough


Through life


At first uncertain


Of the reason,


You learn endeavour


Not sure of purpose


For its season,


Then search


The darkness 


With youthful zeal,


For meaning 


‘Twould serve


To understand,


By what design


Life holds a measure


Of raison d’être…


 


Now you’ve gone


Journey beyond,


Inclined you pause,


If you’re to find 


A worthy cause,


With or without


Said raison d’être!